i've reached a point where you are not on my mind.

i've gotten to the point where the recollection of you doesn't stir regret or despair, and i feel better for that. you taught me nothing but how to love recklessly and hurt those who truly cared, and i feel that you were just another mine planted in my emotional and social battlefield. you let me forget about who was there for me all along; you listened and offered advice like any rational human being, but took advantage of my weakness for star-crossed love. i hurt the one who cared the most. i betrayed my best friend i hate that you just let me do that without a care. you took my shakespeare heart and ate it and i found myself trapped in your eyes your mind and your soul. i saw myself in you and i felt that perhaps two desperates make satisfaction, but all they make is heartbreak.

and your absence has made me become more of a woman for myself. i don't need anyone's emotional support; i can make it on my own. of course i will have my weak times but i am surrounded by positivity  and i have goals and ambitions without you.

so yea. piss off